It's come to my attention that there are people who consider pie to be an adversary of cake. Or at least, who feel the need to advocate for pie over cake. I find this crazy, because I am crazy about both.
And to prove it, I treated myself to an adorable mini-pie at the Saturday Market this past weekend. The market has been hosting three different baked-goods stalls the last couple of weeks, and they are all enticing, but the one in the middle is the one with the sweet treats, and I could only resist the adorable tiny pies there the first time I passed.
I don't know what it is about pie... we used to have them always at family holiday meals, in multiple flavours to suit everybody's different tastes, but never cake (why?) unless it was a birthday, or Easter when my sister took advantage of the bunny cake molds she bought on a long-ago visit to Germany. And even at Easter, there would be pie.
Sometimes the pies were store bought, sometimes made by hand. The favourites were rhubarb - the sour stalks tempered by the sweet thick custard they were baked in, YUM - and pumpkin, of course, at both Thanksgiving and Christmas. I looooove pumpkin pie, and I can make it myself, but the one time it mattered, when I got to host Thanksgiving for Pete's family, I was so overwhelmed by the other things I was doing that day, I forgot to put in any sugar.
It was not pretty.
This pie, on the other hand, is very pretty in my opinion. Also, it's peach raspberry, which is a hard combo not to love. In addition to eating it, I would love to be able to do my living room walls the colour of this piecrust.
Interestingly (to me) it tasted like the only processed sugar in this pie was the chunks of it on the top. And yet: delicious. So unlike my pumpkin effort.
I might have to go back to the bakery stall where I got it next Saturday, too.
What about you? Are you pie or cake, or all over both?